But the next second, his face twisted with disgust and without a moment's hesitation, he shattered all the joints in my fingers.
"A heartless gambling addict like you dares to resemble my Karen? I’ll break your hands and see if you can still gamble then!"
The pain nearly made me pass out and not a single word could escape my throat.
It was my fault. I never should have gambled on human nature.
I had stood by Mike from his days as a down-and-out boxer to now, a rising star in the business world.
I thought tomorrow's wedding would be the start of our happiness. But I didn’t realize that it had all been my delusion.
To better capture my suffering, Jane ran up with her phone to record me.
"Mike, the way she's clawing at the floor is just like that ragdoll cat your fiancée used to have."
"Too bad I accidentally killed it today. You think she’ll blame me?"
"It's dead, so what. Karen and I are already trying for a baby. Cat fur isn’t good for pregnant women."
A violent tremor ran through me.
Snowball was the cat Mike and I raised together. Just this morning before I went to work, he said he and Snowball would be waiting for me to come home.
But Snowball was dead now and I couldn’t go home either.